TREADMILL Week 126 and What I #AmReading – Lessons in Power by Charlie Cochrane

Treadmill Goals/Tracking

  • Get on the treadmill (or equivalent exercise) daily
  • Pace is fine at 30 min/mile, although I may up it on occasion
  • Time range between 30 minutes and 1 hour per day
  • Distance 1-2 miles per day
  • Read the chosen book, which I won’t allow myself to read outside of my treadmill time, hopefully motivating me to reach or exceed the above goals (exception…at the end of the week where a book is highlighted, I will finish it off-treadmill so I can feature something new the next week)

Week 126: April 21, 2019 – April 27, 2019

Sunday 30 min/mile 40:12 min:sec 1 mile
Monday 30 min/mile 31:37 min:sec 1 mile
Tuesday 30 min/mile 30:53 min:sec 1 mile
Wednesday 30 min/mile 31:36 min:sec 1 mile
Thursday 30 min/mile 30:21 min:sec 1 mile
Friday 30 min/mile 31:02 min:sec 1 mile
Saturday Mowed/Trimmed/Blowed 2 hours Front & Back Yards

What I’m Reading

Note: Although I will try to avoid them, my weekly reading snippets may or may not contain spoilers, so read at your own risk.

What I #amreading: Lessons in Power (The Cambridge Fellows Mysteries – book #4) by Charlie Cochrane

I collected this series a while back with the old covers, so that’s what I’m showing here in case there are any tweaks to the snippets in the newer edition.

Cambridge, 1907: After settling in their new home, Cambridge dons Orlando Coppersmith and Jonty Stewart are looking forward to nothing more exciting than teaching their students and playing rugby. Their plans change when a friend asks their help to clear an old flame who stands accused of murder.

Doing the right thing means Jonty and Orlando must leave the sheltering walls of St. Bride’s to enter a labyrinth of suspects and suspicions, lies and anguish.

Their investigation raises ghosts from Jonty’s past when the murder victim turns out to be one of the men who sexually abused him at school. The trauma forces Jonty to withdraw behind a wall of painful memories. And Orlando fears he may forever lose the intimacy of his best friend and lover.

When another one of Jonty’s abusers is found dead, police suspicion falls on the Cambridge fellows themselves. Finding this murderer becomes a race to solve the crime…before it destroys Jonty’s fragile state of mind.

Warning: Contains sensual m/m lovemaking and hot men playing rugby.

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My favorite lines this week…

✿✿ SUNDAY ✿✿

“I suppose in that case we should see about accommodation for him?”

“No need. He’s been talking about staying at the University Arms, which seems a better idea than having him here. Then eh won’t have to listen to your snoring.”

“For the one-hundred-and-ninety-third time, I don’t snore.”

“Don’t you?” Jonty stood up and reached over the table for the marmalade. which his lover had appropriated. “Well some bloke comes in my bed of a night and reverberates. Perhaps it’s a farmer driving his pigs to market. Ow!”

✿✿ MONDAY ✿✿

Jonty giggled. “You do make me feel like I’m a character in some adventure of old. You know the sort of thing, days when knights were bold and maidens were simpering.”


“Mr. Stewart, Dr. Coppersmith, I know it’s true that when someone is murdered, or committs a crime, then people tend to look back andsay ‘I knew there was something wrong at the time.’ Very easy to embroider one’s memories, just to impose an idea on them.”


“I will tell you this.” Orlando regained his composure. “When I was young I was brought up to believe that women were just a little lower than the angels, although I never saw a lot of evidence of it from those of my acquaintance. My eyes have been well and truly opened this last year or so—I now regard them as being a most dangerous and vexatious breed. Mr.s Stewart, Miss Peters and our own housekeeper excerpted,” he added with a grin.


“Orlando, I need to talk to you.”

“That sounds ominous. It’s how I address the dunderheads when thy make a total mess of things.” Orlando produced a sly little grin. “Have you found out about my other man?”

✿✿ FRIDAY ✿✿

Rhodes seemed just a stunned. “I’m still unsure what you mean…”

“Don’t prevaricate, Mr. Rhodes.” Jonty made the title seem like the worst sort of insult. “You can’t play games with me any more.”

✿✿ SATURDAY ✿✿ (Mowed, but read anyway.)

As they sat on the pleasant wooden bench, sharing some of Rex’s cigarettes from his elegant golden case, and setting out the chess pieces, the cat stretched himself along their feet and waited to be adored. In due course he inevitably was, Jonty caressing the backs of his ears until the creature showed signs of dozing.

“Do you keep a cat, Matthew?” Rex let the smoke drift lazily from his nostrils.

“No one really keeps a cat, do they? Quite the opposite.”

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